Administrations

Poetry

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They’re going to rip up the carpet
in the halls over Summer Break, re-
place it with fresh yearning for scuffs
as ghosts of gossip slip secrets
out of lockers long after the dividers,
permission slips and torn text pages trashed
in soon overstuffed lawn leaf bags. 180 days’
worth of groans heard around security
cameras awaiting the custodian to silence
them through a cracked door, lead them out,
back to their bodies housing those throats
that now laugh in game rooms, and reclaiming
those feet that again prop plushily on pillowed idols.